Impatient
He wiped the ones on her lips and then took his thumb to his mouth and sucked on it as he stared at her with heavy lidded eyes. His thoughts went to the gutter. Those lips were so plump and pouty he thought about how they would taste if he nicked them with his fangs. He would pull on her lips, lick them and plunge his tongue inside and explore every part of her mouth. He would bunch up her gown and slide his fingers between her thighs and then—
Tania gasped as awkwardness flitted down her chest. "Can we go now, Your Highness?" she begged.
And his thoughts got interrupted. A groan mixed with a curse left his lips. He nodded reluctantly as he held her hand and dragged her to the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked, scandalously, staring at their joined hands.